𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 shared many jokes. Well, they were insults, but they didn't offend either of them.

They had been a lot closer after sharing more about themselves to one another. 

They had both fallen asleep on the floor, her head next to his head yet their bodies facing opposite ways.

"Michonne has no taste buds." He started, "She likes stale m&ms..." He finished with a fake gag.

She looked disgusted, "And you don't? They taste the same anyway."

"No! Ew!"

"Well it's not as bad as you. You like peanut butter!"

Offended, he rolled over to face her and fought back. "You're allergic, how would you know what it even tastes like?"

All of a sudden, there was a loud bang throughout the prison. 

"Rick! Come down here, we need to talk."

♡ 

In the short amount of time it took Carl and Priscilla to get to where the noise was coming from, Rick and the Governor.

They picked up their guns from the holsters around their waists and scurried over to Daryl who was standing by the fence.

"What's happening?"

"Governor wants the prison. Rick ain't gonna let him have it, tryin' to get him to share."

The three shared a look; this was going to go wrong.

"It's not up to me," Rick began, his voice obviously nervous. "There's a council now- they run this place."

The villainous man grinned, "Is Hershel on the council?" He asked tauntingly before ordering his men to take Hershel out of one of their many trucks. 

Maggie and Beth gasped in fear and started to scream in horror; their dad was just a pawn in one of the Governor's sick games.

"Is Michonne?" He asked, knowing that she probably was.

Michonne then stumbled out of the vehicles and kneeled onto the ground.

Rick then decided to be brave, "I don't make decisions anymore." 

"Well, you're making them today Rick. Come down here, let's talk."

♡ 

Carl, Daryl and Pris were bundled together against the fence, watching Rick and then Governor talk while aiming their guns at his army.

"We could kill him right now." The male teenager proposed.

She looked at him like he was an idiot, but held back any snarky comment as this was definitely not the time to joke around.

So instead she just let out a disapproving hum.

She didn't even have to say anything since Daryl beat her to it anyways.

"From yards?"

Now she thought Carl was right - he was a good shot, after all. He could do it.

"I'm a good shot." He replied confidently. "I could end this right now."

If he was scared, he was hiding it very well.

The older man was quick to dismiss the idea, "Yeah, or you could start something else. You gotta trust him."right 

Priscilla wasn't really focused for any more of Carl's dad and the one-eyed man's conversation - she was much more indulged in her own thoughts.

Was she going to die? Was this the end? She couldn't die - she could run away and escape right now if she dodged all of the bullets, but it was a very slim chance. And she couldn't just betray her new family like that.

She only started to pay attention when Rick spoke for one of the last times in that conversation.

"You in the pony tails. Is this what you want? Is this what any of you want?" He began, "Look, we've fought him before. And we took in his old friends. They've become leaders in what we've had here. If you put down your guns and walk through those gates - you're one of us. Nobody dies." He paused, looking nervous. "Everyone who's alive right now, everyone who's made it this far. We've all done the worst kinds of things just to stay alive. But we can come back. We're not too far gone. We get to come back. I know... we all can change." He finished his speech.

The Governor looked amused, his eyes twinkling with horrific thoughts of what he would do to anyone that sided with Rick. 

"Liar." And with that, he sliced open Hershel's throat with Michonne's katana and Maggie and Beth's mental health started to crumble before their eyes.

Priscilla couldn't even see anymore; she was just shooting mindlessly at anyone she could find that even tolerated the Governor.

"Priscilla I need to find Judith." Carl spoke. 

They were both currently crouched behind a broken wall since Daryl had ran over to the others to try and help.

"I'll come." She replied after shooting one more man down, "SHIT!" She winced in pain.

Blood trickled down her knee - she had been shot in the thigh.

The boy swiftly turned around and shot whoever tore open her thigh before lifting her up and putting her weight onto him.

"Stay awake. Please, Pris, we need to get you to safety. Stay awake." He practically begged.

Her eyelashes fluttered a couple of times, but she stayed awake.

"Hey carlll..." She slurred her words slightly. "Your hair is soooo fluffy" Her hand miraculously found it's way to his head.

"Shut up." He retaliated, but he blushed slightly before remembering that they were in the middle of a literal war.

"Carl?" Rick searched for his only son. "Priscilla? Carl?"

Without warning, a walker emerged and lunged at Rick.

A bullet went through its head.

"Dad!" Carl called out.

"Judith. Where is she?" His mind immediately went to his daughter after discovering that his only other child was safe and sound.

Wait - Priscilla. Why was there so much blood?

He shut down those thoughts and focused on searching for his baby.

"I don't know Dad."

Priscilla limped over to an empty, bloody baby carrier and, while doing so, made a lot of noise.

Rick also limped over whilst Carl walked.

"No.." They said in unison, their voices filled with grief.

Carl started to sob and Priscilla watched from afar.

♡ 

The trio trudged up a hill, Carl in front and Rick and Pris walking beside each other since they were both injured.

He occasionally looked back at the girl in pity, but never anything but hatred for his father.

"Don't look back kids." Rick advised. "Keep walking."

The boy just sassed at his father and walked away, leaving his dad dumbfounded.

While they were bickering, the teen at the back tried to ignore the pounding in her head and the unsteadiness in her feet before falling to the ground with the thud, her thigh now not the only thing bleeding.

╰┈➤ ❝ a/n ❞